Well, you’re siting at my elbow Perched high atop a bar room throne We’re in a long line of great Friday night escape artists I got a double Irish And you’re sipping your sour apple martini The band begins their eulogy To the all too real, life crushing day Those were the days when we howled at the moon Your sundress clinging to your back As you flit across this hot sticky room The door explodes into the night Leaking out all those pent up pheromones Roll down the concrete Find someplace to rest our weary bones We were the kings and queens of another Friday night We were the kings and queens of another Friday night Well, you’re hanging from my elbow As we spin across this crowded floor I never dance, I took a chance You looked so good to me The frat boys at the bar are making fun Of my smooth stepping moves The bass is thumping and we’re all jumping In slow motion Those were the days when we howled at the moon A sundress clinging to your back As you flit across this hot sticky room The door explodes into the night Leaking out all those pent up pheromones Roll down the concrete Find someplace to rest our weary bones We were the kings and queens of another Friday night We were the kings and queens of another Friday night Well, we hooked elbows And we roll down the street arm in arm We closed them out, we shut them down Making memories, we’ll never remember We’re screaming jukebox melodies At all the burning street corner lights Excitement dripping into the night I pound my chest and kiss it all goodnight Those were the days when we howled at the moon A sundress clinging to your back As you flit across this hot sticky room The door explodes into the night Leaking out all those pent up pheromones Roll down the concrete Find someplace to rest our weary bones We were the kings and queens of another Friday night We were the kings and queens of another Friday night We were the kings and queens of another Friday night
